She had such a strange tired look in her eyes. I wondered what I would ask her. How I get to why he's here.
"Amata, tell me, how did you get here? What brought you here? "
Amata moved from the table and motioned for me to go with her. We left the room and I lit the flashlight on the floor in front of us so as not to make too much light. We walked side by side and walked into a room that looked smaller living room. There were four ornate armchairs, a larger table in the middle, and low porcelain furniture by the wall. Amata sat down in her chair and motioned for me to sit opposite her. I sat down on a chair and turned the flashlight against the wall so that we didn't have too much light, but not even complete darkness. I looked at Amat, realizing that the darkness was even more beautiful than before. I wondered how old he could be. I didn't want to raise this tactless question right away. It was really a very unusual situation. I sat in a mansion in the county's living room with a ghost who did not understand how it was possible that he was here. The planned event began by contacting a ghost from the mansion that haunted the staff. But then it was necessary to come to the root of the whole mystery. So I asked Amate questions so that we could come up with something together. Amáta spoke in broken Slovak with a Hungarian accent and many times with Hungarian words. That's why sometimes I didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Amata, what happened? Can you remember? Why did you come here?"
I was ill, it was very difficult for me to breathe. They took me to Burgenland. I don't like it very much there. I was in the hospital and then no one came to me. I stayed there alone, waiting for someone to come after me. But no one came.
There was a moment's silence. I could feel him thinking that he was trying to remember something.
"Who drove you there?" I asked to help her.
"Our carriage harnessed all our horses so that we could be there as soon as possible. My parents and my two sisters were with me. We left Versec and for two days we were on our way to Burgenland. It was said that they had the best doctors in the whole empire there."
I had to remember all the names and names that Amata mentioned so that I could then write it all down and draw up a final report on her whole situation. I came up with various contingencies in connection with what Amáta had told me so far, so I asked her another question to gradually clarify.
"Tell me, Amata, how long have you been in the hospital in Burgenland?" Amata thought.
"I don't know how long, but for a long time. I don't know what happened, but suddenly there were no more people or doctors or nurses in the hospital. I walked around the hospital through all the hospital rooms in the various departments. I didn't find anyone anywhere. One morning when I woke up, the whole hospital was kind of old. Shabby walls. Rooms without beds. There was no door anywhere at all. The whole hospital was dirty, empty and very cold. Sometimes I went out to the park in front of the hospital, but I didn't meet anyone there either. There was also clutter and complete silence everywhere. I didn't know why they left me in that hospital. They probably couldn't heal me, so everyone went away and left me there.
"I understood that I was asking the right questions, as we reveal the essence of the whole thing step by step."
"Um, you know, I wonder what the year might have been like when you were taken to the hospital." Amata looked at me in astonishment.
"What year? After all, the year was 1651. It was November and it was still quite warm. The day before our departure, we received a letter of greeting from our young King Ferdinand IV. I was exactly 19 like him. He sent us a greeting to congratulate us on taking over the administration of southern Hungary. He wrote that the empire was as it should be, the administrators reported a surplus of food, and the contents of the imperial treasury were twice as large as the previous year. year, place, king… Amata thought and remembered again.
"Then I went back to the hospital, but since no one was there, I lay down on the bed again and fell asleep. Before, I imagined that I was at home in our manor house in Vršac. And in the morning, when I got up, I was actually at home in our mansion. The strange thing was that it was also empty. It was night and I was walking through all the rooms in the mansion. There was no one in our family anywhere. The sub-factors were only depicted on the paintings on the walls as a memory. I didn't even know many. When I left for Burgenland, some of them were still children. And now their portraits hang on the walls, but at a much older age and some are already quite old. Unfortunately, I was alone in Vršac for a long time, so I chose to other mansions that I had known since childhood. But it was exactly the same everywhere.
Everything there was tidy and on your own places. Well, no one anywhere. I did not find my cousins or cousins, whom we always survived when we met. I don't even recognize many images, the older age changed them a lot. Only by the name given to the person shown did I understand who it was. I know something happened to me, but I don't understand it at all.
I listened to her, but I was too tired and I didn't even know when I fell asleep. I woke up in the chair completely broken, Amáta was no longer with me. Since it was ten o'clock in the morning, I went to my small room and lay down to sleep. Diana woke me up to say that she had already brought the ordered lunch. She had a plastic bag in her hands and polyester packages in it, in which there was a complete lunch. So I forced myself to get up and sat down at the table. I had lunch and in the meantime I projected in my head everything I experienced and heard at night. I took one blank piece of paper and wrote down sketchy information, trying to connect the context. Amáta. The town of Vršac in Hungary. Year 1654. Kingdom of Hungary. Amáta was 19 years old. The young King Ferdinand IV. Letter from the king. A long way to Burgenlad. Empty hospital and a mess outside. Return to the manor house, which was also empty like this one. Amata is a beautiful young woman who was ill and ended up in a hospital in Burgenland. At that time, people trusted Austrian doctors more. Amata is dressed in a wide layered and embroidered black dress. He is wearing a white silk blouse, also embroidered with patterns of various flowers. She has blond hair, arranged in a special and very nice hairstyle. He has a smaller, thin black rose inserted into his hair, probably metallic. I'm angry he fell asleep in one of the living rooms, where Amata and I had our first conversation last night.